The car hummed steadily down the highway, sunlight streaming through the windows as Cameron leaned back, lazily watching the scenery blur past. He had his earbuds in, half-listening to music, half-scrolling through his phone. The trip had been uneventful so far, and he was just starting to relax when disaster struck.
As he reached for his bottle of soda, Helen suddenly swerved slightly to avoid some debris in the road. The motion sent the drink slipping from his grip. The cap wasn’t screwed on properly, and in an instant, the cold, fizzy liquid spilled right onto his lap.
“Ah, come on!” Cameron yelped, jerking upright as the sticky soda seeped into his jeans.
Christina turned around from the front seat and immediately burst out laughing. “Wow. That’s rough, dude. You really should’ve seen that coming.”
Cameron scowled as he wiped at his soaked jeans with his hands. “Yeah, super helpful, thanks.”
Helen sighed from the driver’s seat, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. “Cameron, how many times have I told you to be careful with drinks in the car?”
“I was! It just… happened.” He groaned, still futilely patting his jeans. “It’s fine, I’ll just grab a spare pair from my bag when we stop.”
They pulled into a rest stop a little while later. As soon as the car came to a stop, everyone got out to stretch their legs. Cameron headed straight for the trunk, eager to change out of his sticky jeans. He popped it open, expecting to see his duffel bag sitting right there.
It wasn’t.
His stomach dropped. Frowning, he rifled through the luggage, pushing aside bags that weren’t his. His bag was nowhere to be found.
“Oh, no…” he muttered, dread washing over him.
Christina, Anna, and Helen all noticed his sudden stillness and walked over.
“What’s wrong?” Helen asked, already wary.
Cameron hesitated, but there was no getting around it. He turned to them, his expression pained. “I… forgot my bag. It’s still at home.”
Silence. Then:
“You what?” Christina said, incredulous.
Helen exhaled sharply. “Cam… how do you forget to pack your own bag?”
Anna shook her head. “Seriously? We reminded you like ten times.”
“I don’t know! I just—forgot.”
Christina folded her arms, smirking. “This is next-level forgetfulness.”
Helen pinched the bridge of her nose. “Well, we’re not turning back, so we’ll have to figure something out. You’ll need something dry to wear.”
Christina glanced at Anna. “Guess he’s borrowing something.”
Cameron grimaced. “I don’t love that idea.”
“Unless you wanna stay in sticky soda jeans, you don’t have much of a choice,” Anna pointed out.
Cameron sighed. “Fine. Who am I borrowing from?”
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